Chapter 5

That evening after the incident with mom and Karen, me and mom were sitting in the living room watching television. Mom hadn't said anything to me about what had happened. The only time she did was when she was scolding me for masturbating or something. But now I knew everything was OK from the comment she made to me and Karen about how this didn't have to end. I sure knew I didn't want it to. Hell, I would be fucking her right now except for the fact that I was exhausted, and so was she. I also noticed that my back was burning. With all the positions we were in, all of us ended up with the sun beating down on our back, and none of us had any lotion on, except for what I had put on the parts of myself that I could reach, which didn't happen to include my bath. As we watched TV, I could tell that mom was rather uncomfortable. She kept leaning off the back of the couch, trying to give her back a rest.

Tomorrow was when dad was due home. After about two weeks of being gone, it was about time he spent some time with his family. Not that I really cared, anyway. I hardly ever saw him, and for me this was just going to make things harder with me and mom. After getting off the phone, mom called for me to come into her bedroom. When I came in, she was wearing a beige colored, short nightgown, with matching panties. She was sitting on a stool in front of her mirror. "Paul, your father will be home in the morning. My back is just killing me, so would you mind rubbing some cream on it for me? I want to at least be comfortable when he is here. I don't know if he wants me to even be laying out in the sun while he is gone. Heh, if he only knew, huh?" "Sure mom, I'll help you out".

I walked behind her and she raised her nightgown over her head and laid it on the dresser. She closed her eyes as I began massaging the cream into her small back. She was red as fire, so I doubted that this was going to help much. Slowly I rubbed my hands all over her shoulder blades, working up to her shoulders, then back down to the small of her back. She looked so sexy sitting there in just her silky beige panties. As soon as I walked in I was hard as a rock, but I didn't expect anything to happen. We were both so tired. I worked up and down her back, then I worked my way around her sides and around to her chest. I watched in the mirror as my hands worked their way all over mom's beautiful little titties. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles, and about the same size. She sighed as I worked all over her breasts, squeezing them softly, loving the feel of her naked skin under my touch.

I worked on mom for about 20 minutes, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this if I kept it up. She knew it, too. After a very sad "thank you" from mom, I left her bedroom, feeling kind of let down, though knowing that even though it was our last night without dad in the house, we just didn't have it in us to make love again.

The following morning I woke from the phone ringing. It was probably dad saying he would be home shortly. Instead of hearing what I thought I would hear, I heard mom yelling into the phone again, just like last time dad called. After only a few minutes, mom called me downstairs. She looked like she had been crying, but I didn't know if it was from being sad, or from being angry. "Paul, I don't know how to tell you this, but I have to do it and get it over with. Your dad isn't coming home. He said that he just doesn't want me anymore and I'm not worth the trouble of coming home to". Then she started to cry. I took her in my arms and just held her. I didn't know if I was glad I didn't have to deal with him, or mad that he had hurt mom. I guess a little of both. She just shook in my arms as she sobbed. "Paul, if our relationship hadn't developed like it has over the last couple of weeks, I don't know what I would do. I just feel like we will be OK together, just you and me". Then she broke down again...

Over the next three days I tried to comfort mom the best I could. Physically I tried to touch her as much as I could, just to make her feel wanted, but I didn't try anything sexual. I really didn't want to push things. But I found I wasn't going to have to.

On the fourth evening mom and I had dinner and afterwards mom said that she had to go upstairs to her bedroom. I didn't think anything of it, until she called me to come up to her about 10 minutes later. As I walked in the door, there lay mom on the bed wearing that same silk beige nightgown, only this time without panties. She was laying there on her back with her feet facing me, and her legs spread wide open. She wasn't making any secret of what she wanted from me. "I'm so sorry for taking so long to come around, Paul. It's just this thing with your father. You have been here for me emotionally, and now I need you physically". Hot damn, I was finally going to get back to what I wanted most of all. In less than a minute I was stripped naked and ready to go, my hardon ready for mom's touch. "Paul, let me show you how much you mean to me. Do what you want with me..."

That was all I needed. I told mom to lay on her side. I grabbed a jar of vaseline and laid down behind her, so that we were in sort of a spoon position, with her ass sticking back out towards me, right in front of my crotch. Then I took my finger and first scooped up some of the vaseline, then I took it and I started smearing it all over mom's asshole. "Oooh, Paul, I didn't know you liked my ass this much. You mean you would rather have my ass than my pussy?" "Not all the time mom, but right now I do". As I finished rubbing the lubricant all over mom's asshole, I laid down the jar and reached for my cock. My cock must have been as hard as it had ever been at this point, knowing what I was about to do. Slowly I gripped my cock with one hand and slid the head back and forth between mom's butt cheeks. Her ass was small anyway, and only the head would disappear between her cheeks. I kept rubbing my cock back and forth across her backside, all the while mom not saying a word. She still had her nightgown on, and it had ridden up right above the small of her back, giving me a perfect view of everything from the waist down. I scooted forward just a little bit, my knees touching the backs of her legs, then slowly I entered her. She was unbelievably tight. As I pressed forward the head of my penis started easing it's way inside. The tight ring of her ass held my cockhead firmly. I had fucked her twice in the ass before, but it wasn't like that. It was just in the middle of a fuck session. This time I was intentionally entering mom's back hole.

I held my breath a second, then I started pushing again. This time my cockhead started entering the canal of her ass. I let go of my cock and put my hand on mom's hip. Then I started pushing harder. It wasn't too hard with all the vaseline that I spread on her ass. Ever so slowly I entered mom until my cock was buried all the way up her ass, my almost bare pubic mound pressing against her cheeks. I held my cock in the depths of her ass, loving the tightness and warmth. Then I felt mom flex her ass muscles and start squeezing my cock with her asshole. She hadn't done that before. She wasn't able to do that with her pussy, as far as I knew. But right now, in complete silence, mom was milking my young cock with her asshole.